A flight

A flight

I'd fly last night,
I have flown high and wide
I'd a flight last night,
soaring skies of wings
trespassing the blue print,
of white and blue skies
gliding and riding
greeted upon's moon's ray
whom scattered themselves
through-out a path way,
I have smiled, I have paused,
and shacked hands of twinkling stars
while slipping through hefty clouds
however miraculous, I had tripped
sneaking god's heaven,
but in amidst
I fell out of the sky
giggling in my bed

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